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MEMORIES OF LAURA LOU ANDERSON BASHLOR
2020--- I am 82 years old and figure I had better get
some memories down while I still can.
07 July 1938-MY BIRTH
After losing 4 previous pregnancies, Mom and Dad just kept trying. This time Mother stayed in bed for the first 4 months of the pregnancy, the same periods she lost the other pregnancies. During those weeks in bed Mother made a crib coverlet of bright pink candle-wicking on a white background. She never used it because it brought back memories of all that morning sickness.
Mom, PG with me at Horse Island
Mother’s best friend, Harriet Burger, was also pregnant and
both babies were due at the same time.
The two friends since 3rd grade, vowed to be in the hospital
at the same time. Mother’s sister Jane
was also pregnant, due to deliver 3 months later. Mother went into the hospital first, on a hot
summer day. She kept asking about her
friend and the whole staff of Old Grace Hospital was relieved when Harriet
showed up a day later.
The custom of the day was to keep the new mother and baby in
the hospital for 10 days after the birth.
Mother and Harriet, of course, shared a room as well as having the same
doctor. When the nurses brought the
babies into the room to be fed, Anne and I were put in an open dresser drawer
until the mothers were ready. Mother
chose to nurse naturally although the fashion of the day was for the mothers to
bottle-feed their babies. Nursing was
too “peasant”, but Mom was adamant about having the best experience since it
had taken so much for her to become a mother.
July 29, 1938 --3 weeks and 2 days old
Dad lost his job the same day Mother went into the hospital
so rather than wait out the hours of labor in the dads’ waiting room, he went
out and got another job. This one was at
Dearbaugh Drugs in River Rouge. The Dearbaughs
became close family friends with their son, Bobby, being born just a couple of
months before I was. At the time I was
born my parents lived in Detroit on an “upper income” apartment.
The birth certificate says:
Hospital: The
Grace County of
Wayne City of
Detroit
Last Name: Anderson First Name: Laura Lou
Female Full Term Legitimate Date of
Birth: July 6, 1938
Residence: 13523 Stoepel
(Father) Color ---White Age at last birthday ---31 Birthplace---Michigan Occupation…Unemployed Pharmacist
(Mother) Color---
White Age at last birthday
---27 Birthplace---Michigan Occupation…housewife
Number of children
1, number now living 1
Born alive at 6:25
PM nitrate in eyes…yes
Signed: Edwin H Fenton, MD attending physician –
15125 Grand River
Dated: 7/6/1938 Filed July 13, 1938
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
September 18-1938
My baptism was at Church of the Ascension in Detroit the
Diocese of Michigan on September 18, 1938.
Parents: Clifford S. Anderson
Eunice Oehring “
Sponsors:
Mary Atwell
Harriet Borger
Raymond Schonbachler
Born: July 6, 1938
Henry Ridley, Rector
I was named after my mother’s parents, Laura and Louis
Oehring. Both had passed away, Laura of
cancer in 1931 and Louis of Parkinson’s Disease in 1932 when Mother was in her
early 20s.
MY ETHNICITY
Several years ago, I submitted a sample for DNA analysis to
Ancestry.com. The results show 32% England &
Northwestern Europe, 28% Sweden, 12% Scotland, 12% Wales, 7% Norway, 5%
Germanic Europe, and 4% Eastern Europe & Russia. These are refined by Ancestry.Com from time to
time so I keep checking. I know all my first
cousins and their children and grandchildren, but beyond that there are many relatives
Ancestry has uncovered, 3rd cousins and beyond. My family tree is on Ancestry.com
1939-1948 WYANDOTTE,
MICHIGAN
My parents moved from Detroit to Wyandotte in 1939 when I
was not even a year old, so I do not remember Detroit at all. In Wyandotte we lived in a “Terrace” on Third
Street and Chestnut Street.…3 homes connected.
Ours was at the Southern end with its own back and front porches and a
fenced in yard. The other two units shared
porches. There were two bedrooms and a
bathroom on the upper floor, a living room, kitchen, and a dining room on the
main room and a private basement.
Dining room in Wyandotte
The fireplace, shelves, and Daddy in his chair – Dreaming of Christmas
There was also a private basement where Daddy had his
woodworking shop. Our home had a faux
fireplace which was lovingly used at Christmas time. Daddy would create a wonderful winter scene
on the mantle, more elaborate every year.
There was a tiny side yard and over the years Daddy built an A-frame
swing for me, a 3-piece picnic table, and (unheard of for the times), a
swimming pool from boat plans and a wonderful dollhouse.
Daddy’s Christmas mantle scene Daddy’s Workshop in Wyandotte
My
Swimming Pool My Dollhouse (photo from
1960)
1941-1945 WORLD
WAR II
I was about 3 and a half on December 7, 1941, the day the
Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. That is my
first identifiable memory. Mom and I
were wrapping Christmas gifts to be mailed to relatives. I probably was not much help, but I could
lick the stickers that held the paper in place…no “Scotch Tape” in those
days. My mother’s friend, Thelma Mitter,
came bursting in the front door (no knocking or ringing the bell) all excited
about something about war, bombing, Pearl Harbor, Japanese. My folks ran out onto our front porch as did all
our neighbors. I was left
forgotten. Eventually they came in and
turned on the radio and were just GLUED to it all evening and, indeed, for the
next several years. They never missed a word our revered President Roosevelt
broadcast. We formally entered the
European theater of the war on December 11.
Men, married or not, volunteered to join the Army or
Navy. Even Dad tried, but he was a
pharmacist, considered essential on the home front since all the Medical
Doctors who were fit were drafted into service leaving Osteopaths,
Veterinarians and Pharmacists to tend to us at home. Pharmacists were important, housing the
stores of drugs that might be needed in case of attack.
Women went to work to make up for the men who had joined up
and were shipped overseas. Many had factory
jobs and others, like my mom, cared for the children of the working
mothers. I joined a pre-school dance class,
and all our dance music was patriotic.
Even our clothes were all red, white and blue. We paraded around waving American flags in
impromptu neighborhood parades, especially on holidays.
Factories were manufacturing for the war so there was
rationing of many items. Families
received ration books and tokens they could use for food, drugs, tires, and
other things scarce for civilians. Wyandotte
had many factories like Wyandotte Chemicals, Firestones, and Wyandotte Toy, to
name a few I remember. All dropped
manufacture of their regular things and were, now, making “war stuff”. Willow Run was building war planes and
workers at all those places were mostly women. The
famous “Rosie the Riveter” was a poster woman for the war effort.
With a major Naval Air Base on Grosse Ile, there were many
soldiers, sailors, and airmen around. If you saw a military boy or girl, you
gave him a ride to wherever he was headed.
We almost worshipped those giving so selflessly. If someone in your family was in the service,
you hung a special service flag in your window.
If someone in your family died “over there” you had a flag with a gold
star on it. “Gold Star Mothers” who had
lost a son or daughter over there were revered.
There were many patriotic songs, most about missing a
sweetheart who was “Over There”. The White Cliffs of Dover, Run Rabbit Run,
Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree, Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, Moonlight Serenade,
Der Fuehrer’s Face, Lili Marlene, Till Al Our Prayers Are Answered, The Victory
Polka.
I remember “Black Outs”.
An air raid siren would blast, and everyone would douse all house lights
so enemy planes would not be able to spot the cities. Wyandotte with its war industry would have
been a target. Cars were parked immediately,
and only emergency vehicles with hooded lights could be on the streets. Air Raid Wardens patrolled every block or two
during a black-out to be sure there were no lights. Many people also kept gas masks in their
homes in case of gas warfare by The Enemy.
1943
- A SCARY TIME
I didn’t know the details
until later but the drug store where my dad worked was broken into late one
night. The police came to get Dad for
him to inventory what was taken. It was all high level narcotics. The detectives thought it was a certain gang
so they advised Dad to send Mom and me to a safe place while Dad and the
detectives search the bars for the guys. Suddenly we were on a train to Saginaw
to stay with my Uncle Lyman and Aunt Marion.
I was delighted because I had 2 cousins there…Bud and Barbara. Eventually we came home. I have no idea if they caught the robbers.
Aunt Marion,
Dog, me, Uncle Lyman and Cousin Barbara
1943-1950 VACATIONS
I do not remember the year or our ages, but I was probably
about 5 or 6 when we went to a cottage on a little lake (just outside of
Ludington, and Scottville, Michigan) Oxbow Lake. I know Larry was with us one or two
years. I was fascinated with the outhouse. We picked blackberries and mom made
blackberry jam…lots of it despite only having pump well water for cooking and
canning…and washing. I fished with Dad
and caught a nice big perch, one year. I
remember one long hot trip from home to the cottage, a tire on the old Plymouth
blew out. Tires were very scarce during
the war but a garage in Ludington fitted a tractor tire enough to get us into
the little lake. Dad wired back to a
friend who owned a tire place in Wyandotte and a tire was sent days later. That is how scarce tires were during the war.
Some years after the war, we went to a cottage on a Long
Lake near the center of the state. Lots
of happy memories. My week at a church
camp? Not so much. I was miserable and homesick.
Oxbow Lake cottage
LongLake Cottage
Birds Nest Camp